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THE STUD

September 2002

We carried on all night. I picked him up on the highway, the odd and unusual hitchhiker. He said he was from out of town and needed a place to say the night. So I took him home and we carried on all night. His fat, uncut cock, his hairless body, everything about him was permanent.

It's a really stupid to do, fall in love with a stranger, but what can I say.

We admired each other's bodies. Then he told me to sit next to the bed while he lay down on his side. He looked gorgeous, like an ancient god as he lay there. Then he asked:

"Do you want me to stay with you?" he asked?

"I want you to stay just the way you are," I answered.

"To borrow a cliché, Your wish is my command!" he replied laughing and smiling. "Watch closely," he told me as his right hand flashed brightly and turned gray.

"What are you doing?" I asked as his the color drained from his right side.

"I'm going to stay with you for as long as you live," he answered as the gray crept along his side and down his leg. I stared at his body in amazement and disbelief.

"This is the part I like!" his voice was excited, "When my cock turns rock hard and my balls turn to stone."

"How could you turn to stone?" I asked as the gray texture covered the entire right half his body.

"Oh, just a little magic," he replied smiling at me. "You see, I am here only to serve my lover. Once we mated, I became yours to change as you wished. Moreover, when you wished for me to stay as I am, you really meant that I was to stay as young as I am now and never grow old. Now like the poet, I sing the praises of limestone."

I stared speechless as the gray tone covered his entire body leaving only his face and left hand flesh colored.

"You're turning to limestone?" I blubbered out a stupidly obvious remark in an idiotically puzzled tone of voice. Now, just his face had a slight fleshy color left to it. The rest of him was rock hard stone.

"But when I try to imagine a faultless love, or the life to come, what I hear is the murmur of underground streams, what I see is a limestone landscape." (1)

With those words, his face turned completely to stone and I was left with a life-sized statue in my bed.

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(1) W. H. Auden, In Praise of Limestone

My Anthology

FUTURES YET UNKNOWN Ten Stories by Dave Fragments

*A hunting expedition on an alien world.
*An Alien serial murderer and a furry detective with fleas.
*Murder on a world with altered humans.
*Disturbing apocalyptic visions
*Monstrous dystopian societies.
*A man on trial for betraying the human race to robots.
*Devils, demons and ghosts.
*Survivors of a plague war.
*Cyborgs trying to be human.
*Six friends in a strange sinkhole.
*The truth about a world drowning in rain, without sun, without hope.

DISCLAIMER
Fragments is devoted to adult-themed transformation stories. In most of these stories, men are turned into statues, animals, mythological creatures, and other changes both physical and mental.
In almost every story, the transformation involves sex and the situations are adult in nature. If that disturbs you, or you are underage -- please don't read these stories.